So people, here is the sequel to "Watching the Humans Below," and I do recommend that you read the original fanfic to get a head start about what's going if you haven't read it yet. But you don't have to and try to figure things out as you read! So I hope you enjoy it!
Dynamis massaged the two bumps on his back where his massive feathered angel wings used to cling on to him, before they got cut off by some corrupt member of council of humans angel hybrids. In truth, he knew that must of the hybrids wouldn't even miss their wings a bit because to normal angel humans hybrids, their wings are totally useless and flew when turning into an animal that could fly. But he had an exception when it came to flight.
He could actually use his wings, well, before someone cut them off. He still remembered that day as it happened yesterday, he got captured after he blew the secret of angel humans hybrids because of some random person finding a cluster of purple feathers a regular mortal found from his wings. He still missed those impressive and massive wings that dragged behind his back. Well, he couldn't change it now, could he?
The angel human hybrid did keep a rather good job of keeping his secret from the time his wings got taken from him all the way to now, and Dynamis didn't intend for anyone else to find out. He knew what happened last time people discovered him.
Only his best friend Yuki knew about his hybrid secret. Ah, Yuki, Dynamis met Yuki nine years ago when he still had his wings. And Yuki gave him so much support when he lost one of his most prized belongings, his wings. Dynamis might never fly again, but he definitely had fun while it lasted.
"Dynamis," Yuki tapped Dynamis on the shoulder. "You're zoning out on me again..."
"Y-Yuki, oh. I am sorry..." Dynamis wove his fingers into his hair sighing and frowning. A loose tear dripped from his face. The wind on the water tower they sat on top off plucked at exposed skin and their clothing, not to mention messing their hair up big time. Dynamis and Yuki stayed on the water tower in silence until the light blue sky mixed with red and orange finally turning into the familiar indigo and violet sky that appeared every night.
A crescent and radiant moon covered the city in silver light. Dynamis eyes emitted a pleasant glow. "You should go home," Dynamis stared up into the sky seeing the shifting stars. A shooting star streaked the blue-purple with a shining white aurora painted across the display of stars.
Yuki didn't say anything for a few moments, and he finally moved his lips, "Y-yeah. I''' have to get home before my parents start to worry." Dynamis nodded, and Yuki gripped the oxidized metal with chipping paint ladder clanging down the tower while Dynamis waited until Yuki touched the ground. Dynamis slid down, and his brown leather fingerless gloves reduced the friction from dropping down only holding on the frame of the ladder. He disturbed the air around him, and his hair and cloths fluttered around.
"Come on," Dynamis ran off with Yuki. On their way home, Yuki found Dynamis bolting up the stairs stand on the edge of the building.
"DYNAMIS!" Yuki screeched as Dynamis nearly stepped off the building ledge. Dynamis snapped out of his trance.
"W-what?!" Dynamis realized what he did and climbed down using stuff hanging from the walls of the building crackling down on the cement. Yuki had noticed his friend spontaneously scaling a building almost jumping off it recently. He found the behavior strange, but he had a theory of why Dynamis would pull a stunt like this, he missed flying badly.
Dynamis sighed rubbing his back, Yuki noticed that Dynamis rubbed his back plenty of times lately as well. "Dynamis, are you okay? I'm worried about you," Yuki squeezed Dynamis' hand. "Dynamis..."
"I-I am fine," Dynamis dragged his hand away from Yuki's grasp.
"That's what you always say," Yuki grunted. "And you're never okay. And I know it."
"You should go home," Dynamis ran away from Yuki not looking back. Dynamis started panting and wheezing, and his breath grew dry.
Yuki's cellphone rang, and Yuki whipped out his phone, "Hello? Oh, hi mom. Okay, I'll go home." Yuki ended the call, "Dynamis! I have to go home!" Yuki turned around to see Dynamis gone, "Dynamis? Where is he?" A dark green leaf traced by Yuki's face, "Oh Dynamis..." Yuki sprinted home, "I guess I'll have to see him tomorrow."
Meanwhile...
Dynamis walked up to a museum peering up, "Museum closes in two hours." Dynamis glanced at the poster containing the museums' open and close hours then pressed his face against window to see the clock hanging from the wall inside.
He pried open the door to enter shivering from the blast of air conditioning. The summer night breeze blew random objects such as leaves and twigs thumping on the windows, and Dynamis strolled to the front desk to receive his ticket and exited the front entrance to the exhibits.
He rolled his eyes when he came face to face with that huge fossilized dinosaur skeleton displayed whispering, "Do mortals not know a thing about the creation of the universe. They do not even know that dinosaurs are a species of wingless dragons! Carbon dating, such a joke with magical auroras that can disrupt the process of determining the age."
Dynamis tip-toed into the back of the museum until he came across a door labeled "Of Limits! DO NOT ENTER!" "Who will listen to that sign?" Dynamis groaned turning the handle on the door that someone didn't even bother to lock.
The door swung open, and Dynamis stepped in a room with a grey tiled floor, grey ceiling, and grey walls. Table cluttered the room with random objects on them. Dynamis eyed a heavy metal door in the back of the room, and he attempted to open it, "Locked. Of course, they bother to lock this door but not the other one." Dynamis dug around his pocket feeling something inside. He pulled out the object, a hairpin. Dynamis jammed the hairpin into the lock managing to unlock the door.
Cold air seeped into the room Dynamis stood in, and he walked inside the metal door. He ran to a glass case gasping, his every step creating an echo. No matter have many times he saw it, he could not restrain himself. There lay a giant pair of light purple wings, his wings. After he got his wings cut off, Dynamis let tears slip down his face, and he leaned against the glass case. His beloved wings sat there horizontally just there.
But one problem presented itself, Dynamis didn't have the strength to bust open the ten centimeter thick glass case. Footsteps thudded around, and Dynamis gulped. He ran behind a shelf staying still until the person left. He often did have a surprise that the information didn't get released to the public yet. Dynamis sprung out the now empty room. Dynamis left the museum and climbed on top of a building closing his eyes.
Now that secret, he kept. No one, not even Yuki knew about the wings other than the people who worked there and him. He sighed. He ever so missed flying, if that didn't show obviously enough.
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